Leaves of the Spring
2015.10.05 20:18
Listen to the silence among the oak trees
Listen to the silence among the oak trees
as the weary wind picks yellow, dead, sear leaves,
see, the hoary cobwebs silently sleep this
lonely dream, feel, as the autumn-breath kisses
your chilly lips, paints your face by frozen tears,
sadness reigns over your spirit by cold fears;
... shh ...
listen, the sleeping life sighs from underneath
leaf litter, dormant seeds wait in tranquil peace
dreaming by the promise of a newborn spring,
when fresh germs burst into flower, the angry
thunderclouds have disappear, and two silly,
teenager playmates may meet first merrily.